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• THE BUTCHER - Radiohead
• THE BUTCHER - Leonard Cohen
• THE BUTCHER - Residents
• THE BUTCHER - Project 86
• THE BUTCHER - Final Fantasy
• THE BUTCHER - Matt Pond Pa

Beauty will destroy your mind
Spare the gory details
Give them gift wrap for the man with everything
Though I lived a lonely life
I was confused
I'm butcher
Feel nothing
As it closes up my arms
The position of the worms
Up, up, through my heart
Into my brain
I'm the big slack basic combination
Cut out
Chop, liver on the block
My heart still pumping
My heart still pumping
He's a warrior, warrior
He's a little bitch coming out of him
He's a warrior, warrior
He's a little bitch coming out of him

I came upon a butcher,
he was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
with his tortured lamb.
He said, "Listen to me, child,
I am what I am
and you, you are my only son."
Well, I found a silver needle,
I put it into my arm.
It did some good,
did some harm.
But the nights were cold
and it almost kept me warm,
how come the night is long?
I saw some flowers growing up
where that lamb fell down;
was I supposed to praise my Lord,
make some kind of joyful sound?
He said, "Listen, listen to me now,
I go round and round
and you, you are my only child."
Do not leave me now,
do not leave me now,
I'm broken down
from a recent fall.
Blood upon my body
and ice upon my soul,

Run, run, fast as you can you can
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
Run, run, fast as you can you can
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
Buddy didn't say I'm sorry
Buddy didn't ask to be excused
Buddy didn't beg your pardon
When he steps on you
He leaves too much fat on these t-bones
Jerk
I know he's gonna leave without cleaning up again
He knows I'll do it
Damn this knife is dull
I know I just sharpened it yesterday
I know he used it
He knows it's my favorite knife
It's not supposed to be this way
Everyone says that if you come back
It's better than it was before
But, but it's no different
And what about the light? - what about the blue light?
There's supposed to be a beautiful blue light
But all I saw was eels
Eels squirming everywhere
And life doesn't have any more meaning
only Buddy
It should have been him
And he should, should have stayed there with the eels
And, and, and all I can think about are his hands
His hands and how they look graceful and strong and,
and, and sensitive
As they slice a section of rump roast
Or, or split the hindquarters of a lamb
And all I can think about are those same hands
How they must caress the face of his wife
And tie the shoe laces of his children
And, and
I can't stop
I can't stop

This man came to me he was looking for action
Pulling a blade to my neck
He said, "Call me the butcher cause that's my trade
And you know that I've come to collect."
I said "Hit me now
And we'll see where it leads
Cut me out if you think I will bleed
Strike me down If you think you're a man
Cause I know that you don't understand"
Because there is no weapon
There is no blade
You wonder why I'm not afraid?
There is no weapon
There is no blade
You'll never kill Him that lives inside of me.
He looked into my eyes, all he saw was conviction
Dropping the blade to the earth
I said, "How could you think that I'd ever retreat?
You know that I'm already dead."
I said "Hit me now
and we'll see where it leads
Cut me out if you think I will bleed
Strike me down If you think you're a man
Cause I know that you don't understand"
Because there is no weapon
There is no blade
You wonder why I'm not afraid?
There is no weapon
There is no blade
I've erased all of my fear of the grave
There is no weapon
There is no blade
You wonder why I'm not afraid?
There is no weapon
There is no blade
You'll never kill Him that lives inside of me.
Because there is no weapon
There is no blade
You wonder why I'm not afraid?
There is no weapon
There is no blade
I've erased all of my fear of the grave
There is no weapon
There is no blade
You wonder why I'm not afraid?
There is no weapon
There is no blade

Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Are all your fears, and fires, and family
Written within The Book Of Butchery?
My appetite is endless
The people defenseless
This land is big, this land is bigger
But never as big as the mouth of the singer-o
Every morning I listen to confessional
I don't give a shit 'bout the bulk of it
Still I keep it professional
And as penance I tell 'em to proselytize
Say the sun is red, and that I am red, and
All their bases belong to us
And of doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Put all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
The bishops will kneel at their altars and sing
And remove their coils, their rings, their jewels
Lay them all down in sacrifice
What of things? What things? What is this thing?
I've a temper as shiny as any bling!
And all this attention will gain you no favour in
Paradise.
Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Go all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
The crack
Where is the crack?
When did I crack?
Then I'll stand alone on a planet with
Nothing left to remember it
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to prevent it
I'll try, I'll try, but I'll never stop it, no
Muzzle me, muzzle muzzle me
Bind my will and break of me
You try, you try, you try to prevent it

Open up till midnight
The butcher waits for someone?s desperation
That goes beyond control
Speaking is an invitation
Under fluorescent lights
You can?t wash out his desire
Where bodies are indecent
And they are not in decline
From behind the counter he thought
You whispered, you want more
Cut out the brights of the oncoming cars on the highway
Lightness is forced when you cut out the lines in the paper
Cut the split seconds
The ones over filled
When you thought you were caught with unknowable thrills
Instead you get absence
Soft haze in the face
The lines in your head, have to all be replaced
Cleave the dry stone to a promise
That an answer soon will follow
Grave attention is still focused
On the flashlight and the cold fortune
Down the streets on prospects
The butcher walks home
Orange in the streetlights
Even knows it in the dark
Proves it with his eyes closed
He puts his red coat, downstairs
Goes up into his bedroom
Undresses and folds his arms
As if it could impress you
From under the covers he thought